Overnight, the ministry became more cheerful.
Harry experienced a personal morale boost himself. Who wouldn't after being treated—or thanked—by a mother and daughter at the same time? Hermione and Mrs. Granger had given him a night he couldn't forget. The main reason for his good mood was a lot simpler though.
He had Hermione with him again.
He didn't even assign her to a specific task. She was smart enough to work with Padma and Pansy, savvy enough to match Tracey, and with a little training could fight well enough to go on missions. They decided that Hermione would train a little bit with everyone and help fill in where needed. Eventually, she might even be able to lead most of the operations their group handled. Harry was good at the motivation side of leading, but Hermione had him beat on the logistical side.
Since arriving, however, Hermione's job had simply been spending time with her parents and helping finalize their escape from the country.
"I'm so glad you were there," Hermione confessed to Harry one night as they lay together, naked and post intercourse, cuddling in his bed. "I can't imagine if we were a little bit slower. Bellatrix would have gotten them…"
Harry squeezed her and kissed her forehead, and soon they had been going at it again, but that brought things back to the reason the Ministry was bursting with energy.
Even more than the Hogsmeade battle, Voldemort had taken a crushing loss. Harry didn't need to offer any incentives for Rita to write a scathing article complete with gruesome photos.
Bellatrix Lestrange's head had rolled. She would never hurt another innocent person again.
Rita really emphasized Harry's role in the operation, to the point that Harry wondered if she was hoping for another roleplay session with Fleur. He didn't think he'd done THAT much. It was mentioned that Aberforth dealt the killing blow, the article listing him as a "special operative". Most people still focused on the description of Harry valiantly holding out until help arrived.
He just did his best, which is what he said to everyone who had congratulated him so far. That only got them all more excited.
Well, even if he didn't think he'd done as much as he was getting credit for, he couldn't deny that this was all a good thing. These kinds of moral victories were crucial to winning a war. And…
Harry rolled over in his bed, sitting up and stretching as he broke his internal musings. Fleur on his right and Hermione on his left groaned in their sleep. Hermione pulled the blanket tighter over her naked body while Fleur heedlessly let her big boobs sit above the blanket line. As nice a sight as they were, Harry was looking elsewhere.
A framed copy of the recent Daily Prophet issue was on his wall right beyond the foot of his bed. The big photo at the top showed Bellatrix Lestrange's severed head. Not for the faint of heart, but a powerful statement within the war.
"We got her, Sirius," Harry whispered. "It wasn't me… But I don't care about that anymore. I'm just glad she's gone."
Seeing the realities of war had purged him of any juvenile revenge fantasies. He didn't mean that in the way that he would've ever spared Bellatrix if she was at her mercy in front of him. He meant that as long as she died, he didn't care if it was him or Aberforth or Argus goddamn Filch. As long as her head rolled, something was right in the world.
Somebody knocked on the door.
"Yeah?" Harry said, shouting down from the upstairs loft.
"Somebody wants to meet with you!" It was Tonks' voice.
"What about?" Harry said.
"Come find out!" Tonks said. After a second, she added: "It's nothing bad!"
Harry removed himself from his bed. He used his wand to clean himself off after the night before. Pulling his clothes on, he jogged down the stairs two at a time and made it to the door as quickly as he could.
"So something good is happening?" he asked.
Tonks stood on the other side of the now open door, dressed casually. She was off duty at the moment, technically. That made it a little surprising she was here, seeking Harry out.
"Somebody wants to talk to you," Tonks said. "They've got something to tell you."
"Yeah? Who?" Harry asked.
"It's less fun if I tell you," Tonks said. "Let's go!"
"Hold on a second. I don't even have my shoes on," Harry said.
"Chop chop!" Tonks announced.
Harry grabbed the things he needed to go out of his room. When Tonks came to his door, he assumed she wanted to visit him, probably with a guest from the way she'd been talking. He didn't really expect to be dragged somewhere else.
It soon became clear that they weren't leaving the ministry. That made sense. Although Harry had earned considerably more leeway by showing his competence, he was still a crucial target that the minister preferred to keep close at hand in a secure place.
They headed to another of the most secure parts of the ministry; the place that had been Tonks' home base before she was inducted into Harry's merry band.
The department of magical law enforcement?" Harry said. "Why are we all the way out here?"
"Because this is where the person who wants to talk to you is. Duh," Tonks said.
She took him down a hallway he hadn't been in and opened the door, directing him inside. When Harry stepped through, Tonks closed the door behind him. She locked it.
The new, improved, and experienced Harry didn't flinch or panic. Tonks must've had a reason for all this. Plus, there was someone else in the room with him to ask his questions. A shame that being alone in a room with her brought up bad memories.
"Auror Savage, right?" Harry said.
The woman was sitting in the middle of the featureless cubic room behind a metal table. She had reddish brown hair and a gigantic rack no amount of loose robes could hide. Her chest was even bigger than the melons on the Granger women. She looked at him with naturally sharp eyes that, at the moment, were pretty subdued.
"Harry. Thank you for coming," she said stiffly.
There was another chair facing the one that she was sitting in, so Harry took the queue and went over and sat down. He rested his elbows on the table, not particularly worrying about manners right now.
"Did you need something?" he asked.
He shouldn't hold any animosity to the woman who he knew was under the Imperius at the time, but the only time that they met she had been a crucial part of an attempt on his life. He'd been content to ignore each other now, with the woman free of Thicknesse's influence once Thicknesse himself had been freed of the curse.
"I needed to apologize," Ava Savage said. "I've given you a bad impression of me. I haven't been able to live up to and fulfill my duties as I should have."
Harry's expression softened. "It's fine. I wasn't really holding a grudge. If you wanted to apologize, you could have come to me and I would have accepted it any time."
"No, words aren't enough," Savage said. "They're empty. Hollow. Actions are what hold meaning. That's how I've lived for my entire life."
"Okay…" Harry said.
"I'm telling you I will accept my punishment." Savage opened her robes like a trench coat. At least three paddles, leather toys, and different kinds of bindings were attached to the interior of her robes. "Please, pass your judgement as you see fit."
Harry's brain shut down as he looked at her g-cup breasts with inverted nipples at the tips. Savage had a flat stomach due to working as an auror and needing to be in shape. She kept her muscles tended to, but ignored other kinds of bodily upkeep, meaning her crotch was a jungle of hair. The carpet matched the drapes.
Harry moved around the table in seconds. This was wildly outside of his expectations… but so what? If you get an offer like that, from a woman like this, you make it count. It's as simple as that.
Harry grabbed the back of Savage's robes. He pulled it off of her, the fabric scraping over her arms. She moaned softly as her garb was ripped away.
"You called me here with a perverted idea like this in mind?" Harry said.
"It's not perverted. I'm upholding my honor," Savage said quietly.
She didn't fool him. She was into this. That was the only explanation for such a loony idea. So he'd oblige.
Harry grabbed the back of her neck and bent her over the table, squashing her gargantuan melons in the process. Savage's ass was lifted up and her pussy was aimed toward the room. Harry focused on her ass. He snatched one of the paddles from the robes that Savage had prepared and took aim.
"Grit your teeth," he said. "What kind of auror gets controlled to do the work of the enemy?"
He brought the paddle down and caused an avalanche of jiggles in Savage's middleaged, curvaceous bum.
"How can you assault a young man you were supposed to be protecting?" Harry said.
He gave her a second spank. By landing it on exactly the same spot, which was like a bright red target, he was able to compound the effects.
"I could have been killed!" Harry said. "Repent."
The third strike made Savage scream out loud. Her spine tightened and she lifted her neck up… until Harry grabbed it and pushed her face tight to the table. She wasn't going to be able to move that easily.
"No wonder you picked this room," Harry said. "It's an interrogation cell, isn't it? Probably sound proof. Since you can't keep your trap shut, you horny slut."
Each degrading word out of his mouth pleasured Savage as much as one of the spanks. Harry grinned savagely. This was fun! It let him get out some of his deepest and most pent up emotions. He wasn't always… GENTLE with his girls, but none of them liked it this violent. Maybe Luna and Pansy came close.
This was a different level, though. Harry was free to really let loose. No, he was being INVITED to. Pussy wetness was dribbling along the inside of Savage's thighs as he held her down and brutalized her buttocks.
"You're getting off on this," Harry said. "How is it even supposed to be a punishment?"
He swung his arm three more times, smacking the shit out of her cheeks. Savage couldn't do anything but take it. Harry paused after his latest assault, looking consideringly at the rest of the goodies Savage had brought. It seemed like a waste to only use one.
With that in mind, he threw the paddle aside and moved away. As soon as he wasn't holding her down, when she heard the paddle hit the ground, Savage looked back at him. She asked: "Is that it?"
As soon as she asked the question a gag flew into her mouth. Harry used magic to do it, practicing his accuracy, and to his pleasure his aim was perfect. The ball gag lodged in her mouth, and Harry quickly moved back to Savage and fastened it behind her head. He used more of the things she'd brought.
Soon Savage was gagged and her hands were bound behind her back, just above her heavily spanked ass. Her ankles had been tied to the legs of the table, keeping her from moving them and also forcing her to spread her legs. Her pussy lips were separated slightly because of this position, showing the pink skin beneath them. Harry beamed as he assessed his work, and his hands were still full.
For now, however, he just gave Savage a taste of something personal. Harry pushed his dick against her entrance from behind, sliding it inside of her.
"Ngh!" Savage moaned.
Harry gave her a good thrust. He'd never been inside her pussy before, only between her tits. After they got that far during their last meeting, she tried to kill him. Now he was free to plunge past her slit at his own leisure.
She wasn't the tightest, but Harry was so big that that straight up didn't matter. When he thrusted his body hit her bright red ass and sent tingly pain through the rest of her body. Savage quickly started moaning.
PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!
Savage moaned something unintelligible, her words blocked by the gag. It was probably her saying: "Use me!"
Or something like that. Harry was getting a pretty detailed impression of her sexual deviancies right now.
Still, Savage's pussy was calming down compared to when he first shoved his dick inside of it. It was clear that this was still too vanilla for her… so it was a great thing that Harry wasn't done.
He looked at one of the goodies he'd brought with him. It was a big dildo, possibly enchanted to give an even more enhanced experience. Without hesitating or thinking twice, Harry jammed the whole thing into Savage's asshole.
Savage screamed what had to be obscenities. Harry grinned viciously. He pushed the dildo until he couldn't make it go forward anymore, then left it there. He reached into his pockets—without stopping his doggy style thrusting—and pulled out two paddles a little smaller than the one he used earlier. Dual wielding his new weapons, Harry brought them down viciously on Savage's arse.
He alternated: left, right, left, right. By staggering the impacts he made it so that every single second Savage was feeling something different. Harry grinned. It was so cathartic to swing away without a worry in the world! Savage's cheeks jiggled, rubbing her flesh against the dildo that was totally lodged inside of her.
"Fun, huh?" Harry said. "You might've messed up, but it's a good thing that you've got a body like this to make up for it with. I could do this all day."
Savage couldn't answer his questions or his banter with her mouth; at the same time, her body was exceptionally honest. She was wetter than a monsoon rain on the inside, climaxing like crazy. Harry wasn't even sure the intercourse was her favorite part, it seemed like she was into the pain.
"I was kind of joking earlier, but this really ISN'T a punishment for you," Harry said. "It's just some dirty kink from a dirty older auror. Do you grab all the fit young men who join the department, lure them with your cow tits, and suck them dry? You certainly did it with me. Isn't that right?"
SMACK! Was the sound of his paddles coming down with all his might, this time synchronously. Savage released a delightful musical moan, her back arching from pleasure. Her pussy was completely gushing. It wall built up to one big squirt that roughly washed Harry's dick before her folds went loose. Harry wrenched himself out of her and flipped her over.
He grabbed her brought hips and yanked her off the table. Savage fell facing him, landing on her arse.
The arse that was bright red and hyper sensitive after the beating it had taken. Also the assHOLE that had a dildo lodged inside of it.
Hitting the ground wiggled the dildo and stimulated her inflamed skin, making her eyelids twitch and her pussy spurt out a sudden follow up orgasm. Harry wrenched away her ball gag and she gasped aloud.
Harry replaced the ball gag as quickly as he took it away. He grabbed Savage's auburn hair and pulled it forward, burying the tip of his dick inside her gullet. His dick spat out a big and thick load, forcing Savage to choke on it. After everything that he had seen of her so far, the deprivation of oxygen was probably her favorite part.
After everything, with a dildo in her ass and her legs shaking, Savage swallowed all of it. She looked up at him as she did it. When Harry pulled his dick out, she spoke haltingly.
"Isth my apology accthepted?" she asked.
"All is forgiven," Harry said magnanimously. "Does that mean you're ready to stop?"
"Noooooooooo…" Savage said. "I… I want to make SURE we're even. So please… Just use me a little bit more."
"Auror Savage," Harry said. "If that's all you wanted, then you just had to ask." He looked over his shoulder. "With so many goodies, how could we stop so soon?"
When Harry finally left, three hours later, Tonks complained about them making her stand guard all that time. He invited her to join next time.
Tonks had taken one peek inside the room he left, looking at Ava Savage's cum covered, thoroughly wrecked new body and said:
"I'll think about it."